#OH I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWNNNN

[tiddie-taylor]

I want Christmas to happen already

[iilmunchkiin]

STRAWPAGE DOODLES!! + asks

HOLY FUCKING SHIT STARLO IN A MAGICAL GIRL OUTFIT HELP WHAHAHAHAHA Omg now I wanna draw him with the feisty 4 all in magical girl outfits doing their iconic poses. NO WAIT THAT ACTUALLY GOES SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!? HOLY OMG I NEED TO DRAW THAT SOOOO BAD ITS SO GOOD

I want to deep fry the rat just like in that one roblox burger game.

Should I be honored or be alert that you're going to spam my strawpage,,, (but omg thank you HAHAHAHA)

I should probably make a gallery with all the art you and everyone make, omg that'd be so cute..

No no Clover it's fine!! Your art is very cute it's just kind of difficult to draw in the strawpage I understand <33

Oh I think this is the first Ceroba doodle I've seen from you! She looks so innocent and cute! <3

Waahhhhh,,, I wanna play pony town soooo baddddddd... it looks so fun and cute,,,,, Why can't we use our email to make an account ( " ╯︿╰)...

"Maybe it's the way you're dressed?" lookin' ass

YOU COSPLAY DALV?? WAHHH I WANNA SEE THAT I see people online have so many cute designs I wanna make my ownnnn and talk to peopleeeeee... it looks so fun wahhhh....

WHOA! PRETTY! <33 (The artist urge to draw an eye got another one)

hart!! :3 So cute!! Thank you!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) fart

Oh my gosh wait I just noticed you draw Ceroba with green eyes, I rarely see people draw her like that so cool whoaaaaa..

Rest the brain, you'll get 'em soon.

YEAHHHHHHHHHH LOOK AT HIM *points very loudy at Dalv* He looks so happy with the pie omggegjwefdds i love him he makes me ill, he makes me so sick I need to be sent to the emergency room /pos

I think Dalv would be happy if you give him anything at all. I mean, this man has isolated himself for so long any type of affection you give him something I bet he's going to act like: ____________ (〃•́﹏•̀〃) * You're giving this... to me? * How kind of you, thank you so much... I-I'll cherish this... ____________

OH MY GOSH 2 OF MY FAVORITE ANIMALS IN ONE DRAAWING! This is absolutely adorable I genuinely love this so muchhh!! Thank you!! You draw them sooo cuteeeeeeeee!! o(*≧▽≦)ツ

what the fuck?

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 227

The Werther Project/Mummy on the Orient Express

“The Werther Project”

Plot Description: the search for a magical box that could help decide the Book of the Damned leads the brothers into danger

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’d be far too scared as a teen girl of getting in trouble to take a hammer to a basement wall. Whatever was in that safe would stay there long after I moved out.

Rowena…this is Sam Winchester, you think he has ANY qualms about killing Crowley? After what he had a hand in doing to Dean?

Dean just took on six vampires at once? I don’t like that. That’s too many

Wait. Is Werther the guy to tried to keep Dean and the First Blade in his collection?? Or maybe he didn’t name it after himself but the illusionist from the Men of Letters is behind whatever that safe was keeping the codex for the Book of the Damned locked away (do you love how I say these things like they’re the most natural sentences I could possibly say??)

I love Rowena’s penchant for absolute luxury. The fancy hotels, the lacy nightwear. Yes, girl!

How…how do you explain this case to Dean?

Man, the thing is that at least vengeful spirits, vampires, and demons all act according to certain instincts and patterns. People, though? Regular ass people with unimaginable trauma?

Oh god…if Susie is seeing her dead family due to whatever Sam let out of that box, how horrible is this going to be for Dean?

Dean’s getting purgatory flashbacks??

Oh nooooo, Susieeeeeeee. Sam’s getting the guilt ghost of Susie

Bennyyyyyyyyy. I don’t care if he’s not real, it’s good seeing him again. The fact that Dean doesn’t refute that purgatory was his happy place, at least not right away. (Is there a ship name for Dean and Benny? Denny? Bean? This is their place)

Ok no, I don’t like this Benny anymore. Stop trying to get Dean to kill himself. Stop it. SOMEBODY STOP HIMMMMM

She’s so much better at feigning concern for Sam than she ever was for Crowley, but you can tell she has no remorse about letting him bleed out just to open this safe

Did…Dean broke the spell on his ownnnn

Oh he’s gonna be PISSED when he gets to the basement to see Rowena literally squeezing Sam’s arm like a tube of toothpaste trying to get every last drop of blood out

Well…my expectations were subverted, surprisingly. I didn’t think it was possible to hide that quickly or that well in that small room in the basement, but Rowena pulled it off and escaped…I think. The green smoke she made her exit in looked a little too much like the smoke from the Werther, so I’m not actually sure she was ever there. Because Sam very much was about to give his life to get the codex

Dean did save Sam from bleeding out, and he only needed to give just a little blood to get the Werther open

Every one of her looks is gorgeous.

Sam. Sam, wtf. You can’t just keep her captive like that

I can’t wait for you to get free and burn it all to the ground. I want that for you SO. BADLY.

“Mummy on the Orient Express”

Plot Description: once you see the mummy, you only have 66 seconds to live. The Doctor races against time

A space train with seemingly no track? No thank you

Wasn’t Clara like…SUPER pissed off at the Doctor at the end of the last episode?? Why did you fold so easily, bestie?

This, like, jazz lounge rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen is really hitting for me

Oh….this is supposed to be (in Clara’s mind at least) a farewell tour between them. One last wild and crazy trip before they split apart forever

I like this setting boundaries Clara

Oh how easily she gets sucked back in to the routine, but also like, CAN he just get on a train and have a normal time? WAS he cursed by some wizard? We’d never see him have just a normal time, it would make for a terrible episode

They are making me so sad. They’re determined to split up after this while also clinging so freaking tightly to each other.

I just realized how rare it is to see the Doctor and companion go somewhere and have to be there overnight

There just HAPPENS to be an expert on alien mythology on this train? Sure.

This IS more like an episode of supernatural, I was just thinking that before the alien mythology expert said the death of the old lady in the first five minutes had no supernatural reasons

I love that the conductor’s worst nightmare when it comes to the train is a mystery shopper so that’s what the Doctor has to pretend to be.

The funny distrust between the Doctor and the engine man, Perkins, is adorable. He’s gathering quite the team to crack this case

I forgot that this was all some weird ploy to study The Foretold (the mummy that’s now killed three people on this trip)

It’s not that this isn’t interesting, just….not a lot to say because it’s just round after round of someone dying at the hands of The Foretold

Well, I LIKED setting boundaries Clara…but now I’m hoping for upholding boundaries Clara. You can’t just fold every time the Doctor tells you to do something.

He didn’t MAKE you lie. He for sure lied about stuff to get you to agree to come here, and yes he told you to lie, but he didn’t MAKE you lie, Clara

I can’t believe they just made him say “are you my mummy?” I mean. It’s an excellent callback

I was wondering if he saved everyone on the train.

I don’t like that particular turn. Look, you can acknowledge that the Doctor isn’t as heartless as he pretends to be, but he still put the fate of humanity in your hands and did not give you all the information you needed. Even though everything worked out, that still doesn’t make what he did right. I would have loved even ONE episode apart

[safespacespence]

listening to christmas songs on repeat

COUNTDOWN TO CHRISTMAS: 8 DAYS LEFT

[summary] you can't stop playing 'all i want for christmas is you' on repeat to force yourself to get into the christmas spirit. spencer is so sick of it. [pairing] spencer reid + gn!reader [warnings] none. [category] fluff!!! [word count] 0.4k [a/n] this is just a cute, short, fun piece that i did on a whim. did i listen to mariah carey while writing this? possibly! anyways, hope you enjoy this <33 sorry idk why it didn’t go up on time :”) tell me what you thought

“please my love i beg of you it’s been all day—” spencer winces, hearing the bell intro of ‘all i want for christmas is you’ again, for the nth time that day. “no. must. listen. to. this. song.” you glared at him. “besides, it’s only the what, tenth time in a row?” “sixteenth, and that doesn’t count this morning’s session. i really don’t understand why you’re torturing yourself like this.” “bECAUSE IT’S NOT SNOWING AND IT’S NEARLY THE WEEK OF CHRISTMAS AND I NEED TO BE IN THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT.” you were forcing your joy, literally jumping up and down. “we could do a load of other things to be in the christmas spirit, you know, not just forcing ourselves to listen to one song for a day.” he said, head following your body as you bounced up and down.

you stopped, putting your hands on your knees, realizing he was probably right. but torturing him was just way too much fun.

“I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWNNNN MOOORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW, MAKE MY WISH COME TRUUEEE-HOOO, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ISSSSSSS—” you raised your eyebrows at spence.

“YOOUUUUU !!!”

spencer started jumping around with you, taking your hands and yelling the lyrics he learned to memorize after the second replay. he loved you too much to let you sing alone.

you both started dancing around the living room, not a slow dance, but hopping around and screaming the lyrics at each other’s faces. spencer went onto the couch, dragging you to jump on the cushions with him.

by the time the song ended, you were both out of breath, the dip of the couch consuming your feet. you collapsed to sit on the couch, and spencer started laughing at you.

“okay, so maybe it did get us into the christmas spirit just a little bit.” he smirked.

“see, told you! i’m always right.”

spencer chuckled and couldn’t hold himself back, and smashed his lips onto yours. both of you were now grasping for air while gripping each others faces. it would’ve gotten hot and heavy real fast, but you couldn���t stop laughing into his mouth. he was a bit frustrated—he just wanted to kiss his girlfriend.

“what, do i need mistletoe just to get you to kiss me?” he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at your face.

you struggled to get words out while laughing. “no, i’m sorry, it’s just funny how you said this wouldn’t work, but i got you dancing with me—”

he huffed. “oh whatever.”

he pulled you in for another kiss, with no intention of letting your lips part from his.

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[sophie-writings]

How would they be as a boyfriend?

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto

Type: Headcanons 

Midoriya Izuku

☁️At first, he’s a m e s s

☁️This guy never dated anyone before, so he doesn’t know how to act. He never thought he would get this far after confessing.

☁️He won’t start any physical advances, afraid that he could make you uncomfortable. So prepare yourself to be the first one initiating most of it.

☁️It’s not like he’ll refuse your advances though, he’ll be more than eager to hug you back tighter, squeeze your hand more and smile during your first kiss.

☁️But once he’s used to it? oh boi 

☁️He’s the most affectionate boyfriend ever.

☁️Expect surprise back hugs, a lot of butterfly kisses, and random compliments all the time.

☁️He still can’t believe such an amazing person would settle for someone like him, so he’ll make you feel like his one and only.

☁️Did I mention this guy l o v e s cuddles?

☁️He’ll literally sneak into your dorm room almost every night, just so he can fall asleep while cuddling you.

☁️Everyone from class 1-A is extremely supportive of the relationship since most of them knew about his crush and even helped him confess.

☁️He’s a little shy when he’s around the rest of the class, only holding your hand, pulling you close, and maybe squeeze in a temple kiss or two.

☁️If you try anything more than that he’ll turn into a blushing mess in front of your peers, which results in an rOASTING session really quick

☁️“I never imagined someone could turn this red”

☁️“His face really LIGHTED UP

☁️I guess he’s really... sHOCKED“

☁️“Stop it kAMINARI”

Bakugo Katsuki

☁️This boy will try to act as chill as possible. 

☁️He doesn't want everyone to know that you two are dating right away.

☁️Not that he's ashamed of you, he just doesn't want anyone to make a big deal out of it.

☁️He'll fail miserably though.

☁️The moment he steps foot into the classroom and sees you, the light blush on his face gives him away.

☁️He'll be closer to you and even starts to participate in the class conversations more because of you.

☁️He'll help you if you have any questions about homework.

☁️Carry your bag if it's too heavy.

☁️Of course, he still yells at everybody and refers to them as extras.

☁️Everyone already knows something's going on, but no one says anything about it.

☁️When it's only the two of you, he shows his other side.

☁️A pomeranian.

☁️A boy who likes to be held at all times, especially while you play with his hair.

☁️He absolutely loves it.

☁️You're the only one who can get him to talk about his feelings calmly. So when you're both laying on his bed, he may rant to you about everything regarding his day.

☁️He hates when you're not paying attention to him.

☁️"Oi, get off the phone and play with my hair".

☁️He's still very focused on becoming the number one hero, so he'll treasure every moment you spend with him.

☁️So be ready for a lot of studying dates with kisses as a reward for your hard work.

☁️He'll eventually start slipping up around your classmates, not being able to act as cool anymore.

☁️It all started when you were having a sparring session with the class using your quirks and you won a match against Momo.

☁️That's my girl!" he said to himself a little too loudly

☁️”Ownnnn, Bakugo's in love"

☁️"SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR"

☁️He let go of trying to act chill and is more affectionate towards you, even with the others around.

Todoroki Shoto

☁️As funny as it may seem, Todoroki is actually a very affectionate boyfriend.

☁️Maybe it's because he learned from his father what NOT to do.

☁️Maybe it's because he wants to give you the affection he wasn't given.

☁️Maybe he's just a little socially inept.

☁️Whatever the reason, this guy is a total a n g e l.

☁️It doesn't matter if he's around his classmates, he'll hold you close, call you pet names and kiss your hair.

☁️The girls love to fangirl about your relationship.

☁️"You're so lucky y/n, he's handsome AND treats you like a princess".

☁️He spoils you rotten with gifts and lunch dates.

☁️It's a win-win situation for him.

☁️Not only is he treating you like the queen you are, but he's also making his dad's pockets hurt. 

☁️You looked a little too long at a jewelry set when you guys went shopping? He bought it for you.

☁️You're on your period and craving something sweet? He goes to the best bakery in town and buys you a cake.

☁️You might feel a little uncomfortable with all the gifts, but he assures you it's no problem and that it makes him happy.

☁️He's also very protective of you.

☁️If he notices anyone is making you feel uncomfortable, he'll interject right away.

☁️"I'm sorry, but my girlfriend seems rather uncomfortable, please step aside".

☁️When you two are alone, he likes to make different activities with you, like baking.

☁️You almost set his kitchen on fire while trying a new cake recipe.

☁️He tried to make the batter cook faster with his quirk, and you actually thought it would work.

☁️It didn't.

☁️He also really likes braiding his partner's hair and doing face masks.

☁️This guy just wants to live his best life with his bae.

[uninteligablebutshantbestopped]

The Adventure Zone Balance Liveblog: Part Two of ????

Episode 56: The Suffering Game-Chapter Six

Griffin: Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention this: the room around you, it kinda… it appears like you’re on the Rockport Limited again. Like, the room around you looks like you’re in a train car battling, and there’s like virtual windows looking out to like the passing countryside, like you’re on a train. Like, the room is recreating the scenes of these classic battles.

Travis: What a nice treat for the audience!

It i s a nice treat, my minds eye is very happy with this stage building (gOd I love Wonderland as a setting. Everything about how it’s set up, the aesthetics, mwah chiefs kiss, thank you for creating the perfect torturous hell Griffin)

-

Justin: Uhh let’s see, I’m going toooOooo… hurt Jenkins! (*Griffin chuckles*) With a magical spell. Of my own choosing~

Justin: Of my ownnnn-

Clint: This would be a spell that is magical?

Justin: Yeah, I’m just gonna do...you know what? I’m not gonna get clever on him.

Justin: I’m just gonna hit him with a...juicy, juicy, “Scorching Ray.”

Griffin: Mmkay!

Justin: I gotta make a ranged spell attack for each ray—

Clint: Are you scorching raayyy~~~

Griffin: Oh, that’s fun, Dad!

Travis: That was a good joke, Daddy!

Clint: I’m just bringing back an old one from the past!

Griffin: Yea, That’s a classic!

Clint: You’re bringing back all the bosses!

Griffin: -That’s a good point, Dad!

Griffin: Let’s do all our old jokes in this one!

Justin: Especially if they are like—

Travis: Yeah, let’s make this, this is like our “trapped in a room” episode, y’know, where we all—

Griffin: Yeah, this is our “bottle” episode.

Justin: Yeah, especially if they’re from other podcasts. That’s ideal.

I love banter (also is Justin okay he sounds either stoned or dead right now)

On another note, do-

Do other families other than the McElroys call their Dad Daddy? I have no idea if it’s a ironic thing or if it’s an actual thing people call their father figures? I'm trying not to base my American family centred knowledge entirely on the McElroys-

-

*Dice Rolling Intensifes*

-

Griffin: Something happens, that hasn’t happened in a w h i l e, and that is-

Travis: We feel something!

Mood

Griffin: He drops his wand, and Taako, your umbrastaff, turns inside out, and sucks that wand in, and devours it

Wait wait wait okay, I’m probably being real fucking dumb here and forgetting shit since it’s been a while since I listened, but weren’t they fighting like, conjurations? Made by all the fog and manikins? There was an actual wand?? Or more specifically, the Jerkins (Damn it-) counted as an actual wizard that was defeated?? I’m sure there was something said that I’ve forgotten like a goof, but whaaat?

-

SHARK TANK HOO HA HA-

-

Clint: All right! Here’s what I’m going to do: I’m going to cast Divination.

Griffin: Okay!

Clint: This puts me in touch with a god or god’s servant, so in this case, Pan. I get to ask a single question-

Griffin, sounding way too overjoyed: Ohoo this is perfect, thank you. This is a gift.

If I’ve learnt anything while listening to this masterpiece of a podcast, especially during this arc, it’s that a happy sounding Griffin is never a good thing

-

Clint: I’m of no use as long as my powers aren’t working!

Griffin: Yeep!

Travis, amused: And so to combat that, you use one of your powers!

Griffin: You-you pray-

Clint: Travis, I am- Merle is a deeply spiritual character (*que incredulous Travis laughter*)

Clint: And in times of need, he turns to his God for guidance!

Griffin: Okay. Hit him up-

Travis: Like any good religious person, when he needs something.

Travis isn’t showing any mercy rn and in doing so, he’s fucking murdering me

Also Clint's talking to Pan voice is amazing, but it’s not as amazing as Griffin's “I know something you don’t right now but I'm going to play along with it for now because I'm an agent of chaos ; )” voice

-

Griffin: He’s just not there, he’s not there supporting you with holy power, he’s just-he's just gone

So what he’s out for smoko or something?

Real talk though, wheres Merle's homeboy at? Is this a Wonderland thing where there’s bad connection, or is it something else? Merle's cleric magic has been consistently wonky, but it’s still been working, so Pan couldn’t just be g o n e like Griffin delightedly revealed, other wise Merle probably wouldn’t of been able to cast any of his shit at all right? ((I assume, I confess I’m not exactly the most knowabable about Clerics-)) So this has gotta be a Wonderland thing, right? Unless Pan legit is just, out drinking with the mates, but from memory, didn’t Merle catch him at a bad time before during Crystal Kingdom?

... damn I need to relisten to shit

Wait okay, Griffin just said “less and less well”, so yes, Merle's shit is slowly getting worse n worse. Is it just gonna be McGone like Pan near the end of this? I’m curious to see what that means for Clint and how he'll deal with things if that’s the case

-

Griffin: What the Fuck's Cam gonna cast?

I was about to make a comment about that being a new smash hit graphic novel title, but I’m now too busy laughing at Griffin loosing his dice off the table

Feel ya there bud, feel ya there

-

Griffin: -you see a potted plant appear, and then a guillotine, and then a marble column, and then a coat rack, and then nothing.

Legit, what the fUcK is Mr Red Robe doing over there, and can I be invited because it sounds like they’re having my kind of party right now

-

Travis: Yeah! In fact, I am! Um, like listen, at this point, the magic people seem to have this shit down. All I’m gonna do is, what? Hit a tank with my axe? No no no. I’m gonna do what Magnus does best and go pull the arms off some things.

Actualy Travis, I would very much like to see Magnus hit the tank with his Axe, but I confess that that is not something I want to happen with Magnus's best interests in mind

-

Travis: I'm gonna pull the arms off, maybe throw the bodies at the tank-

That’s absolutely feral, I love it

[princessnijireiki]

bonus: ridiculous dreams

so I dream, as one does, that a bunch of skarsgårds are shooting some high end fashion photography and commercials nearby, which I'm, like, tangentially involved with—

and for some reason, alexander skarsgård gets my number and starts texting me, wanting to meet up later for a coffee date after his shoot is done. we make small talk via text, and it turns out he is 70 years old (even in-dream I was like "well hot damn he's aging well then, what the fuck"), deathly boring, and hates emojis

I'm over it so I text him back, "damn, you hate emojis? sorry to hear that 😗" and turn off my phone before he can respond, and then bill skarsgård rushes into my room, at which point I realize, "oh shit, I'm dating this one but still chatting up his big brother on the side— what the fuck, thotty dream gena??" (because that's unlike me irl lmao)

turns out, dream bill skarsgård hadn't quite gotten his big break yet, so while I had just gotten a solid office job with benefits (and was trying to enroll in bennies + formally quit a restaurant job!) AND was preparing for spring classes to start, he was like "yeah my achedule is booked and education is important, but can you cover all my restaurant shifts and do all my homework for me while I go on auditions? cool thanks babe you're the best" & leaves.

so I'm pissed, and I decided to take delgado with me to MY computer classes bc he is very well behaved and can pass for a service dog and I'm mad at these fucking swedish men!!

on the way, because I'm walking in the woods instead of driving downtown, since my dream classes are in suburban west massachusetts, apparently, I'm on the phone with somebody & see a big ass heavy ass hammer and sickle lying in the road right near a fench between two people's yards. the woman on the phone is like, "oh yeah, I share that with my neighbor, and SHE'D say they're both hers and she LETS me use them, and I'D say they're both mine—"

and I go, "let me stop you right there: I don't care and it's in my way. y'all can work it out without me later. bye." so I hang up, break this heavy shit apart, haul the hammer into one yard and chuck the sickle into the other, then steal a respectable looking collar and leash from one of the yards for the trouble, so's delgado can look dapper & legitimized and stuff in class.

then in class (no one the wiser about my dog) I'm realizing, yeah, even if my core knowledge is down, I'm too broke to skimp on studying, because I'm a few generations behind in my own tech & lack experience with new + non-windows stuff (which is true), so extra much fuck this "two jobs under the table trying to game the system while doing another bastard's homework" shit, even if I hadn't said fuck all that shit to hell before.

at this point in the dream I went to bed, then woke up at my dream self's laptop. I had emailed old boy a file that was supposed to be his homework titled "Always. Save. Your OWN. Work!!!!!!.txt"… and it was not only empty, but fucking corrupt. I was confused about it, because I'd actually done that assignment already (and it was due that day lmao) before realizing this white boy expected dream gena to do ALL his work for him; and, like, deleting classwork out of spite is SQUAREEE in my petty ass wheelhouse… but even though that was REALLY FUNNY, I had no memory of deleting it.

so I checked dream me's voicemail, and my mom had called me like, "gena, you called me at 2:48am drunk, talking about 'motherfuckers don't know they need to save their OWNNNN work up in THIS bitch,' and I don't know what you're talking about, but… right on! so call me back." and the mystery was solved.

the moral is, don't EVER let white men* tell you what to fucking do, especially in terms of invisible work elevating their dumb asses "pursuing their dreams" while you slave away at the goddamn grindstone (*including karl marx); and don't shortchange yourself bending over backwards over shitty low-paying no-bennies jobs, either, especially when they treat you like a shitty boyfriend would, extra especially when it's at some dumb ass white man's behest & for his ultimate profit/benefit; and also, delgado is a very good dog & the goodest boy when he's not stealing a bag of like 48 dog treats and scarfing 'em all down like a fat oinker irl.

also, drunkenly calling your mom in the middle of petty acts of revenge in order to share & document the hilarity for later is, in fact, peak wisdom in action.

so yeah.

not sure why my brain thought I needed to hear all that last night, but it was worth hearing out anyway, I suppose.

[kirishii-gay]

Burnin’ Love- KiriBaku

Here’s another fic for @americana-ultra ‘s Discord Server challenge! This was super fun, and mine ended up getting really...really long. Longer than expected. I’ve ended up splitting it from a oneshot to a twoshot, and the second chapter should (?) be out soon! 

Word Count: 6.9k Summary: 

When Bakugou said he never half-asses anything, he means it. His hands were firmly around Kirishima’s waist, fingers splayed out over Kirishima’s hips. Bakugou didn’t try to look away, either, just intently burned his stare into Kirishima, as if trying to read his face. The two were so close. Everywhere that Bakugou’s hand touched his body felt like it had caught flame even with the layers of school uniform blocking direct contact. He could hear Bakugou’s breathing, heavy exhales from his nose. His eyes were burning--the matching red to Kirishima’s furious, almost. Drilled against his own, and Kirishima felt trapped. He couldn’t look away.

He didn’t want to look away.

Offering to be Bakugou Katsuki's dance partner was both the best and worst decision Kirishima ever made. READ ON AO3 HERE -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/15308211/chapters/35515428  If you’d like a request, please take a look through my information here then feel free to do so!

Valentine’s Day, an exciting time for the students of 1-A. At least, it was supposed to be. Kirishima pushed his head into his desk, letting out a defeated groan. Next to him, Kaminari leaned back in his chair with a crooked grin,“Valentine’s in two weeks, bro. You finally going to come clean?” He asked, and Kirishima lifted his head, his expression reading pure defeat before he dropped his head back onto the desk. A thud sounded from the collision, Kaminari winced, but Kirishima didn’t feel a single thing.

Mina had heard the noise and jogged over to the desk, climbing onto the one in front of Kirishima’s table. She teasingly laughed and lifted his head, squeezing his cheeks together, “Come on, you big baby. Valentine’s Day is a perfect time! Plus, I am over 100% sure that Bakugou feels the same way.” Mina said with a huge grin, her eyes bright with hope. Kirishima’s face sunk in her cheeks because she couldn’t be more wrong.

Bakugou was, interesting. The most interesting guy he’d ever met. He was loud, angry, manly, and unpredictable. His drive to fight was huge and intense. He was intimidating, out of control, like a wild tornado, like a raging hurricane. No, Bakugou was like a wildfire. Big, crackling, orange, hot and swarming over everything in his path. Bakugou was fire, and Kirishima was diving head first into the flames with the expectation of being burnt. The wildfire smells heavily of smoke, firewood, and Kirishima loved it, but would he be able to handle the burns that could come after it? There was no way. He was done for.

“Mina, Kami, I can’t do it,” Kirishima mumbled, sitting up in his seat. “Bakugou’s...Bakugou. He’ll never take anyone to Valentine’s. I don’t even know if he’s into me, or even into guys. Hell,  he probably hates the idea of it altogether. If I said anything now, I’d be done for. He’d probably kill me solely for asking him ”

“Aw, Kirishima, honey! Bakugou can be, well, terrifying, but if anyone can handle him, it’s you! You can do it, this is your moment!” Mina chirped and Kirishima almost groaned again,“Bakugou’s different around you, trust me. He likes you back,” Mina’s vision of right now couldn’t be more different to his own. She probably envisioned Bakugou as a warm, soothing campfire around him. She couldn’t see that if Kirishima did this, he’d get burned to a crisp. Done for. Turnt to ashes by morning.

“If worst comes to worst, you are Bakugou-proof, dude,” Kaminari chipped in with a cheeky tip of a non-existent fedora. Both Mina and Kirishima’s heads snapped to face him, and he just shrugged, shoving a charger cable in his mouth and lighting up his phone’s screen,“Jus’ tellin’ the truth.”

Kirishima was so done for.

A deep throat clear sounded, and the class immediately rearranged back to normal as Aizawa entered the classroom. The various desks were rearranged, chairs and tables placed back to normal, the chattering dying down like the last ember of a fire going out. The students returned to their seating arrangement reluctantly, and Kirishima plopped down in his own seat behind Bakugou, his damn heart jumping just at the sight of the blond.

He smelt, sweet, at first. The sharp scent of his nitroglycerin hung in the air from a fresh explosion, leaving a candy-like aroma wafting through the air. Bakugou himself smelt like smoke, and ever so slightly of wood. Was it his perfume, maybe? Shampoo? Or did his palms explode so much that smoke followed him like a moth to a flame? Who knew.

Kirishima drew his gaze back up to Aizawa lazily, propping his cheek into his palm. Thinking about Bakugou would only make this worse. Only add a fuel to an already dangerous fire. Not a good plan,“As you all know, in two week’s time is Valentine’s Day. All first years will be having a formal dance in the hall for this day and this day only,” Aizawa drawled, his voice stripped of any enthusiasm whatsoever despite the news he was saying,“You will all be taking dance classes to prepare for this, and you’ll be able to bring any 1st-year student as your valentine. You’ll have two weeks to practise until then. Midnight’s waiting in the gym when class begins.”

Everyone in the class had fallen quiet, a silence filling the air as they took in the news. A Valentine’s Day dance. This was huge. Slowly, one-by-one the students began to turn to each other with shining eyes and chatting excitedly about the given news--They were going to have a Valentine’s Day Dance!

Kirishima was frozen for a moment, his eyes going wide as he straightened up in his desk.  In front of him, he saw Bakugou slam his hands down onto his desk, an explosion sounding out of his palms, causing the sweet scent of his nitroglycerin to fill the air again as he raged about how pathetic this was,“I’ll never be caught dead at something like that!”, he cried, and Kirishima could definitely see the truth in that statement.

“A dance! We’re having a dance, guys!” Uraraka cheered, and Kirishima turned in his chair. Even if he himself wasn’t so enthusiastic about the dance, Kirishima was fine discussing it with his friends. After all, who was he to ruin their fun?

Before Kirishima could even answer Uraraka, they were interrupted by another explosion from  Bakugou before the blond leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. Kirishima chuckled and turned back around,“Not so keen on Valentine’s Day, Blasty?” Kirishima teased, and Bakugou immediately turned around, eyes drilling into him with a furious gaze before he clicked his tongue and looked away.

“It’s goddamn pathetic. PDA and confessions and of that disgusting crap. And a dance? For hell’s sake,” Bakugou grumbled. Kirishima laughed again, “Clearly you’re an enthusiast. Come on, dude, it might be fun! Who knows, maybe you’ll find a Valentine of your own.” Kirishima grinned.

Bakugou’s expression soured,“Over my dead body.” He snapped, and turned away without another word.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll find a Valentine of your ownnnn!”  Sero sung from his seat, teasing, digging his elbow into Kirishima’s side.

“Shut upppp!” Kirishima whispered hurriedly, his face turning a bright red.

Sero winked and held his hand up to his head, mirroring Kaminari’s actions as he pretended to tip a fedora. “Come on, Kirishima! You can ask Bakugou out to the Valentine’s day dance! Slow dance together to some romantic songs...you can confess your feelings then kiss underneath the big, bright disco ball-”

“Sero! Dude!” Kirishima interrupts hurriedly, a blush dusting across his cheeks. His eyes darted to Bakugou’s seat, praying he hadn’t heard,“You can’t just say things like that, god.” Kirishima held his face in his hands, his cheeks burning.

Aizawa cleared his throat again, and Kirishima turned back to face the front, all of the students reverting their attention back to their teacher. “Midnight is awaiting you all in the gym. Get going.”

Kirishima sucked in a breath and rose from his seat, hands slung in his pockets, unaware just how much he was going to go through next.

Midnight’s enthusiasm was almost to the same level as the students. She couldn’t be more excited about the dance. She’d not only got to teach the students slow dancing basics, but she’d get to see who the students bring as their dates. So youthful!  “Unless you want to stomp all over your partner’s feet while trying to woo them, it’s important you all know how to dance and there will be plenty of opportunities for slow dancing on the big day, so you better prepare yourself., Midnight advised, bringing her whip down into her bare palm with a large whack,“For this lesson, you’ll need another person as your partner for slow dancing.” Kirishima’s breathing hitched, and he saw Jirou give the same reaction out of the corner of his eye. “I guarantee you, you will not regret taking this class.”

Kirishima sighed. Dancing. Of all things in the world. Kirishima, for one, was an awful dancer. He had two left feet and zero coordination, so something like this was an absolute nightmare, but to see someone like Jirou, who he assumed would love all things musical, reacting in the same way as himself was surprising.

“I thought you of all people would be looking forward to this,” Kirishima whispered, scooting closer to her. Jirou scoffed, shaking her head quickly.

“I hate dancing. And partner dancing, too,” Jirou shivered, “It’s a nightmare.”

Kirishima laughed, “I thought you’d like this, you know, since you’re all musical and whatnot.”

Jirou shook her head yet again, rubbing the back of her neck, “Music is one thing, but dancing? Oh god. With music, it’s easy to just do it on your own. You don’t have to worry about making mistakes or pleasing others, it’s just..fun to do, but dancing?! I’d rather be paired with Kaminari than dance,” Jirou crossed her arms over her chest, turning her head away with an angry pout.

“Maybe we should partner up for this class then. Two dance disasters,” Kirishima offered with another small laugh. Jirou grinned in response.  The two partnering together would be a good idea and it’d erase the stress of choosing someone else. Because knowing his friends, they’d do anything they could to get him and Bakugou together.

“I’ve already picked your partners for the lesson, so don’t worry about that,” Midnight casually added with a knowing grin. Kirishima and Jirou immediately groaned. There goes that plan. “Boys, stand on the left. Girls, on the right. First, Midoriya Izuku. You’ll be partnered with Uraraka.”

Midoriya let out a small squeak, his face immediately turning crimson. The guy had been crushing on Uraraka for so, so long, and Midoriya himself was an absolute wreck when it came to girls. Uraraka was the same, she’d been pining for him for months, and the thought of dancing one-on-one with him made her cheeks flush, too. Kirishima and the others scoffed. It was almost as if their teachers were trying to give them a push. Kirishima almost felt bad, if it weren’t for the fact that he was so ready for them to get together already.

Midnight obviously knew what she was doing, it was present from her knowing grin, and it almost made Kirishima fear the fate of the rest of the students. Midoriya hurried to the left side of the room, and Uraraka awkwardly stood by his right, the two just as equally flustered in the presence of one another.

“This is going to be awful,” Jirou muttered and Tooru pushed her shoulder in retaliation,“Don’t say that! I think it’ll be fun!” She chirped, and Jirou groaned.

“I happen to have years of ballet and ballroom dancing classes, so I agree that this will be a fun experience,” Momo commented with a confident grin. It almost didn’t phase anyone.

“I’m well aware of your dancing experience, Yaoyorozu, and Todoroki happens to have the same experience in ballroom dancing, so you two are paired together.” Midnight said again with a slight hint of a smirk, and Momo’s confident attitude was immediately gone as her jaw dropped open. Her eyes moved to Todoroki, then back to Midnight, and she chuckled nervously, clearly not prepared to be paired with someone like Todoroki Shouto. Todoroki, however, just stood up and made his way to the left side of the room behind Midoriya, and waited for Momo to join him. Momo hurried up and made her way over next to him, her hands clasped in front of her as she stared down at her feet nervously. Yet another couple Midnight coincidentally placed together. It was almost hard to believe.

Kirishima somehow ended up looking at Bakugou again, who couldn’t seem more disinterested. His eyebrows were drawn together, his gaze was burning, his lips pressed into a scowl. The blond looked like he’d rather die than participate, and was burning his gaze into the floor like it could catch aflame and they all could evacuate, or as if it could burn a hole through the ground and swallow him whole.

“Yo, do you think they’ll pair me with Jirou?” Kaminari chirped, grabbing his shoulder, and Kirishima was snapped out of his gaze from his friend yet again, “Sorry for interrupting your daydreams, loverboy. Save the stare-fest for when you’re paired,” Kaminari teased, and Kirishima shoved him playfully in return.

“Don’t you have eyes, moron? It’s a boy-girl pairing. So yeah, you have a chance of being paired with Jirou.” Kirishima grumbled, he wasn’t upset about not being paired with Bakugou, either, but picturing him dancing with another person--let alone a girl--made Kirishima’s stomach twist. God damn these feelings. Now, he couldn’t so much as participate in a class activity without them taking over his thoughts. It was getting out of hand. The fire was getting out of control, but was Kirishima going to do a thing? No.

Much to Kaminari’s enlightenment, he was paired with Jirou. Followed by Sero and Mina, Ojiro and Tooru, Tokoyami and Tsuyu, until most students were still standing and the few remained were awkwardly sitting on the floor. Mineta was away today, which was good, and Iida, wasn’t present as well since he had to visit his brother. There was only  6 students left, Aoyama, Satou, Koda, Shouji, Bakugou, and Kirishima. All boys. Kirishima began to sweat.

Midnight scanned her eyes across the remaining students with a neutral expression and an eyebrow cocked. Kirishima’s gaze flickered over to Bakugou, who was looking intently at him, and Kirishima made a slight jolt of surprise before looking back to the front. “Bakugou. I think that you need this session more than anyone.” Midnight said, and snickers sounded from behind her.

Bakugou stood up, his palms popping, preparing to rage before Kirishima grabbed his shoulder, “Dude, it’s ok. Calm down,” Kirishima reassured, not ready for or wanting another racket.

“No matter how much you complain, you’re going to need a partner. I might need to send for another girl from Class B--” Midnight pondered, and Bakugou looked on the verge of eruption. Code Red. This was not going to be good, at all. Kirishima moved back again, letting go of Bakugou’s shoulder. Kaminari and Sero met his eyes for a moment with a cheeky grin, gesturing to Bakugou. Beside Sero, Mina shot him a knowing look, and Kirishima’s face flushed as he looked away. This wasn’t about him right now, it was about Bakugou. He wasn’t going to let his friend get upset.

“Uh, it’s ok! I’ll partner up with him!” Kirishima offered. A silence washed over the room, and Midnight stopped mid-sentence. Bakugou turned around to look at him with an unreadable expression. His eyebrows were drawn together, as usual. You could call it annoyed, perhaps. Stunned? Surprised? A look that asked ‘Are you out of your damn mind?’

“That’s very nice of you to offer, Kirishima. You can do that, then. You two can line up as a new pair. For the rest of you, I’ll bring in some 1-B girls to fill in.” Midnight finally agreed, and Kirishima let out a slight sigh of relief.

Kirishima took Bakugou’s side behind the final pair, his heart beating way faster than he intended too. He felt the stares of his friends burning onto the two, wanting something to happen, waiting for something to happen. Bakugou kept his hands slung in his pockets, and Kirishima faced the front awkwardly. The class was chatting as Midnight looked for some final students, each pair semi-friendly with each other, but for Kirishima, it wasn’t the case.

“So...you excited for  the Valentine’s Day dance, dude?” Kirishima asked, attempting to break the tension.

Bakugou scoffed. “Fuck no. I would rather die than go to something so pitiful,” He spat.  

Kirishima laughed a little,“Come on, man! It might be fun!”

“Over my fucking dead body.”

“You’re going to have to go with someone unless you want to be the only one without a date--”

“Over my fucking dead body.”

“Just stating facts, dude!” Kirishima defended.

This was going to be interesting, that was for sure.

Kirishima’s hands were awkwardly placed on Bakugou’s neck, resting on the slope down to his shoulder as Midnight instructed them to do so. Well, the specific instruction was for their hands to be holding, but one look from Bakugou and Kirishima decided against it. Even now, his arms were supposed to be looped around Bakugou’s neck, just below his head, underneath the final strands of hair. Kirishima had never felt more nervous in his life. His face was flushed red, a red so obvious that Bakugou would have to be blind not to notice it. His movements were still, his speech was stuttered when he tried to say a single word. He’d gotten himself into this, he was aware that this was the consequence of volunteering as a partner for Bakugou Katsuki, but Kirishima had never been so underprepared.

Meanwhile, when Bakugou said he never half-asses anything, he means it. His hands were firmly around Kirishima’s waist, fingers splayed out over Kirishima’s hips. Bakugou didn’t try to look away, either, just intently burned his stare into Kirishima, as if trying to read his face. The two were so close. Everywhere that Bakugou’s hand touched his body felt like it had caught flame even with the layers of school uniform blocking direct contact. He could hear Bakugou’s breathing, heavy exhales from his nose. His eyes were burning--the matching red to Kirishima’s furious, almost. Drilled against his own, and Kirishima felt trapped. He couldn’t look away.

He didn’t want to look away.

They had barely started dancing and it was already the best and worst thing Kirishima had ever gone through. Yet, he still headed directly towards the fire and the burn was addicting.

Midnight finally commenced the dance, and Kirishima mentally prayed for anything, anyone, to help him. Each couple began to dance, ever so slowly, carefully. Momo and Todoroki were clearly more experienced, and glided across the floor without a care in the world, resembling almost a prince and princess. Bakugou tore his eyes away from Kirishima to watch them intently before a competitive glare crosses over his face. He grips Kirishima’s waist tighter, removing one of his hands to grab Kirishima’s off his shoulder and hold it tight. Kirishima’s breath hitches, and he lets out a noise of surprise as Bakugou begins to dance, stepping forward, following Midnight’s instructions. Kirishima has no choice but to go along, letting Bakugou lead as he holds his breath, trying to calm his racing heart. His hand is sweating in Bakugou’s, and Bakugou is gripping his palm with such urgency—as if he’s afraid Kirishima will let go. Bakugou’s clearly competitive, keeping Todoroki and Momo in his sights as he dances, stepping in time with the music, and Kirishima feels like he’s going to die. Like he’s dying already.

Kaminari and Sero are having a blast. When both of them approached Mina and Jirou, they sunk down low into overdramatic bows and then rose, with a dual tip of a non-existent fedora. Which seemed to be their ‘thing’ now. They’d done it at least 10 times. Jirou groaned, but Mina chuckled and repeated the action with a cheeky grin. After a few seconds, Jirou had done the same with a small smile, and Kaminari beamed. Kaminari and Jirou worked surprisingly well together, it was obvious that Jirou was nervous, but any mistake she made was covered by Kaminari acting like a complete idiot. He couldn’t stop talking, he walked the wrong way, he tripped over his feet and nearly fell twice. It was hilarious, and it made Jirou smile.

Meanwhile, Midoriya and Uraraka are going slowly. They’re closer together than the other couples, and they almost look like they’re hugging rather than dancing. Uraraka has her head leant on Midoriya’s shoulder, and Midoriya’s holding her hand in his with a semi-nervous, semi-triumphant grin. They move slowly, without a care in the world, like they’re the only two in the room.

Bakugou sees this and clicks his tongue. Kirishima notices the action but is taken by surprise when Bakugou slows down, and hears him inhale while doing so. Kirishima doesn’t know what’s going on, he’s had no idea this entire time, but again, he goes along with it. “Hey, you ok, dude?” Kirishima asks, clearly confused. Bakugou directs his stare back to Kirishima again, whose heart skips a beat when their eyes meet.

“Fucking Half and Half and Deku, going off like they own the damn place,” Bakugou spits, his hand clenching around Kirishima’s.

“They’re having fun, Bakugou. They’re being romantic. You don’t need to make everything a competition with them,” Kirishima replies, shaking his head the slightest bit. Bakugou’s eyebrows draw together, and his lips curl into a scowl before he grips Kirishima’s waist tighter, pulling him closer. Kirishima lets out a noise of surprise, looking up at Bakugou, trying to find an answer for that sudden action.

“Is that what you want, then? When you fucking offered to be my partner? Do you want it to be damn romantic too, huh Kirishima?” Bakugou asked, his stare burning into Kirishima’s, not letting him look away, daring him to look away.

Kirishima’s cheeks burn with a furious blush and his eyes go wide, his words catching in his throat. How the hell was he supposed to answer something like that?! What was he supposed to do, what was he supposed to say with Bakugou’s stare still on him, his hand still gripping Kirishima’s waist? “I-..uh, I offered cause there was no one else, dude! I knew you’d rather die than dance with anyone romantically, and I knew you wouldn’t want to dance with a 1-B girl, too! So I wanted to help!” Kirishima retorted, his words too fast and contradicting the blush on his cheeks.

“You didn’t answer me, fucknut. Did you want to dance with me in a fucking romantic way, like Half and Half and Deku?” Bakugou snapped, and Kirishima’s heart felt as if it was going to pop out of his chest. His answer was yes, yes, yes, yes a thousand times over. But it was also no. He offered to help out his friend, but that feeling was there the whole time. But there was no way in hell Kirishima was going to admit that. How could he, when Bakugou Katsuki, his crush, was the one asking?!

“Can we not talk about this now, Bakugou?” Kirishima hissed, desperate at this point. Bakugou cocked an eyebrow, but shrugged and dropped the issue. He muttered something underneath his breath, but all Kirishima could make out were the words ‘man up’, and Kirishima looked away.

The two stayed in awkward silence after that moment, their hands still holding, Kirishima’s hand still against Bakugou’s shoulder as Bakugou held his waist. They moved to the rhythm of the cheesy, overplayed music, the sounds booming through the speakers and echoing through the hall, but Kirishima heard nothing. All he could hear was the damn crackles of fire that seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Bakugou couldn’t even look at him after that.

Or rather, he distanced himself. Kirishima’s gaze would flicker over and Bakugou’s eye would catch his before he flashed an unreadable expression and turn away. Kirishima had always prided himself on his closeness to the blond, his ability to read Bakugou like a book, to be the only one to properly decipher what Bakugou could mean. But now, he couldn’t find himself more lost. At first, he thought Bakugou was just angry at him. But he was the one who asked, that made no sense. Every possibility Kirishima attempted to think off was shut down, and Kirishima was left completely and utterly confused. He didn’t know what was wrong, what he did wrong. Bakugou’s actions weren’t that big, either, he was just….drawn back. More rigid when Kirishima attempted conversation, his eyes darting, he would leave Kirishima on read, wouldn’t look him directly in the eye. It was the worst thing Kirishima had experienced, especially since he worried that this was all because Bakugou had figured out Kirishima’s feelings for him and was acting this way because of it.

“Yo, not going so hot with loverboy?” Sero asked, leaning his elbows on the front of Kirishima’s desk, looking from him to Bakugou, who was sitting in the corner of the room. The blond was ignoring everyone, keeping his gaze set in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest. Bakugou was sprawled out across the chair of a table that wasn’t his own, probably Koda’s, who didn’t say a word. His usual seat was in front of Kirishima, but it was obvious that until class started, he was not moving. Kirishima’s gaze lingered on him a little too long, and Bakugou caught him staring and clicked his tongue, turning his head away.

“To say the least, man. I don’t know what I did. Maybe he’s just pissed at me?” Kirishima wondered, his eyebrows furrowing together. Sero shook his head, sitting up slightly.

“Nah, that’s not it. You two seemed to be getting along really well at dance practice last week, though. Like, really well.” Sero pointed out, his eyes twinkling. Kirishima’s cheeks unintentionally flushed red thinking back on that dance.

“Dude, that was the most awkward experience of my life. He was so….so..! Tense! Uptight! I don’t know how to describe it, ugh, he was so damn close and kept pushing all these questions at me.” Kirishima rambled. “I felt like I was going to explode. I’m pretty sure I was going to, at one point.”

Sero let out a breathy chuckle. “I mean, it was only a class dance practice. The guy was treating it like a battle he had to win.”

“He treats everything like a battle he has to win!” Kirishima retorted. “Anyway. I made a comment about how the others looked romantic while dancing and then Bakugou just, god. He started asking whether or not I wanted the dance to be romantic. But like, aggressively.”

Sero blinked slowly before slowly he began to laugh, and Kirishima groaned, but that only furthered how ‘funny’ this was to his friend. “I was dying, bro! Dying! How the hell could I have answered?!” Kirishima pushed, and Sero shook his head again. “He was all, ‘Oi, Shitty Hair, do you want this to be fucking like Half and Half’s or what?!’  and I didn’t say a thing which probably pissed him off, I guess? But I don’t get why he wanted to know, either! It doesn’t make sense!”

“At least you’re getting something, Kirishima! Ashido has me forever in the friend zone!” Sero said, attempting to lighten the mood, but the look he received from Kirishima confirmed that it didn’t work. “I think you should just...give him space, I guess? I don’t know! I don’t know how to handle Bakubro, that’s your specialty! And I still don’t know how the hell you could like him, either,” Kirishima sighed, running a hand through his hair and breaking some spikes in the process, and Sero shrugged.

At that very moment, Aizawa finally showed up and the classroom began to rearrange. Sero scrambled out of Bakugou’s desk, almost terrified of being caught by him, and Kirishima laughed as he watched him run back to his seat. Bakugou reluctantly got up from his claimed seat in the corner and trudged his way back to his usual seat, in front of Kirishima. He sat down with a huff, reclining back, hands in his pockets. Kirishima found himself again, staring at the back of Bakugou’s head, but tore his eyes away out of fear of being caught. Again.

Aizawa cleared his throat, looking the little bit more alive today than usual. “Your dance classes will be continuing first classes with Midnight. This class, you’ll be able to start to choose your own partners instead of the assigned ones. You can keep your previous partners, if you’d like, however, it is time to start organising who you’ll take to the dance. Your ‘valentine’.” He explained. “Organise your new partners, then make your way over to the gym when you’re done. Class dismissed.”

Kirishima sat up slightly straighter. Despite his feelings for Bakugou, he couldn’t be more happy to be partnered with someone else. A friend, a girl, Kirishima didn’t mind. But the dance with Bakugou? He would not be able to survive the blond that intense for one more class. Kirishima would rather have a carefree, fun partner...who wasn’t his crush. Platonic dancing was definitely the better option. Kirishima was never one to be good with romance, feelings, and all that in general.

As if she’d read her mind, Mina sprung up from her seat and ran over to Kirishima’s desk with a grin. “Kiri! You heard Aizawa, right? Wanna be partners?” Mina asked with a cheeky grin, leaning on his desk. Kirishima returned the smile, feeling completely and utterly relieved. He’d definitely have to find a way to thank Mina later, Kirishima owed her his life-

But, before Kirishima could accept---or even say a word, for that matter---Bakugou snapped his head around, eyes ablaze. He’d been doing nothing previously, and his back was turned so Kirishima was unable to see his reaction to Aizawa’s announcement, but he’d obviously overheard Mina. Bakugou glared at Mina with murderous intent burning in his eyes, and Kirishima’s heart stopped.

“Hey, Racoon Eyes. Shitty Hair’s my fuckin’ partner,” Bakugou hissed, and Kirishima was immediately taken aback, and it was clear how surprised he was, but Bakugou didn’t even glance his way, instead, he kept his eyes intensely onto Mina. Mina showed no fear whatsoever and crossed her arms over her chest.

“So? Aizawa said we could choose our own partners now,” She retorted, and Bakugou’s palms crackled anyway.

“Hair-for-Brains is my fucking partner. Fuck off.”

“He can be mine, if he wants to, though!”

“Don’t you have Tape Face? Or Sparky? Or any other dumbass you could partner up with!?”

“They’re not dumbasses, they’re my friends and Kiri’s my friend too, so I wanted to ask him! Why do you even care so much, anyway? You don’t even call Kiri by his name. He can choose what partner he wants.”

Bakugou and Mina glared at each other, and Kirishima stayed caught in the middle, his throat dry. What was happening?! Again, Kirishima was left in a state of utter confusion and disbelief. Bakugou was getting so worked up...because Mina asked to pair up with him?

Kirishima cleared his throat, getting both of their attention. Bakugou finally looked directly at him for the first time in what felt like days, and Kirishima hated how even now his heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. He snapped himself out of it, sucking in a slow breath.

“You’re both my friends. I don’t want this to be a huge deal or anything. It’s not really something to make big deal out of too, haha...” Kirishima started. Bakugou’s eyebrows drew together again and he looked away,“Anyway. I don’t want to upset you guys, but Mina’s got a point, Bakugou. You’ve kinda been a dick to me, and I was your partner last time. So-...”

Kirishima drawled off when he saw Bakugou’s face. Mina was grinning triumphantly, arms on her hips and chin tilted up ever so slightly. But Bakugou...his eyebrows were drawn together and lowered, and his gaze was lower. He didn’t look angry. Or betrayed or annoyed. He looked weirdly upset. Kirishima’s chest clenched and he immediately regretted what he said, even though he knew he had a point. He just couldn’t stand seeing Bakugou like that.

“-But! It was fun last time, and plus, I think Sero’s really excited to go with you, Mina. So I’ll pair with him. If that’s ok.” Kirishima finished, his voice wavering. Bakugou’s gaze lifted, his eyes widened slightly, as if he couldn’t believe the change of news. He looked to the side, his expression returning back to normal, before the edge of his lip curled into what looked like a small smile. It lasted barely for a second, but it made Kirishima’s heart flutter.

Mina huffed slightly, pouting, but nodded her head. “Fineeee! Next time then. Have fun, Kiri.” She called, walking back over to the other students as they started to leave the room, and Kirishima was left alone with Bakugou. Bakugou was looking at him again, studying him intently, as if trying to read Kirishima’s reasons for choosing him over Mina.

“Kirishima,” Bakugou finally said, and Kirishima’s head perked up. Bakugou rarely used his name. He rarely used anyone’s name, for that matter. Kirishima was the exception. “...Thanks.”

Kirishima’s eyes went wide. Bakugou averted his gaze, hands in his pockets, but Kirishima’s face broke into a grin anyway. “No problem,” Kirishima replied, and the two walked down to the gym as if nothing happened, as if the past few minutes never occurred, the last days between them forgotten.

And as much as Kirishima hated to say it, he was happy he chose Bakugou. Though the dancing may not be particularly the best now, Kirishima was willing to give it another shot. Bakugou had always had a higher importance to Kirishima, Kirishima looked up to him, liked him pretty much since day one. He’s built himself up to be put by Bakugou’s side, he’s secured his place there. And when it was time to choose who stood by his, he’d choose Bakugou over and over again.

The second dance went slightly better. Bakugou wasn’t as uptight or competitive towards anyone nearby, and he seemed more quiet than usual. Rather than a volcano on the verge of eruption, or a threatening wildfire, it was a gentle, tickling flame, but his attention was solely on Kirishima, now. Eyes searching his, hands pulling him across the gym and leading the simple dance in time with the rhythmic music. Bakugou was calm, determined. Kirishima was quite the opposite.

There was something about Bakugou that sent his body aflame every time they got close. It was as if he’d stolen Bakugou’s quirk, his heart was beating so hard, threatening to explode. Or Todoroki’s, as his cheeks were burning, a blush that crept down his neck, visibly showing his feelings. Surely Bakugou would notice that, too. You don’t look like that dancing with a ‘bro’. You don’t blush like that. It was out of the ordinary, that was certain. And with Bakugou fixating his eyes on Kirishima, red raiding red, Kirishima knew that his feelings would be obvious. Bakugou didn’t need to be able to ‘read him like a book’ like Kirishima to know what he was feeling. But this time, he didn’t push a thing.

Kirishima fumbled, his hands sweating so much that they rivaled Bakugou’s. Except, Bakugou has a reason to sweat so much (his quirk), whereas there was no excuse for Kirishima. He accidentally stepped on Bakugou’s feet, which he could blame on being an awful dancer, but it was doubtful. Bakugou noticed, but again, didn’t say a word. He hadn’t said a word this entire time, neither of them had,“Kirishima,” Bakugou finally said, breaking the silence. Actual name, again? Surprising. “Why’d you pick me over raccoon eyes?”

Kirishima’s cheeks flushed again, but this time, the question didn’t startle him so much,“I didn’t want to let you down, dude. N-not saying I thought you’d be upset! But like...I could go with Mina anytime, but it’s pretty damn special if you want to be my partner,” Kirishima replied, with a small grin. This time Bakugou’s cheeks flushed a light red, and Kirishima’s heart fluttered.

“S-shut up! I didn’t want to be your partner, I just didn’t want to be fucking paired with one of those extras.” Bakugou retorted, a little faster than usual. His eyebrows were lowered, his cheeks dusted with a visible blush, and Kirishima grinned. What he was saying was completely contradicting what he was feeling.

“Whatever you say, dude,” Kirishima replied, glad that he had the upper hand for once.

“Well, you looked fuckin’ over the moon to be my partner so you’re not one to talk!” Bakugou pointed, turning the battle to his favour.

Kirishima flinched. “No, I wasn’t!” He lied, knowing at some point that Bakugou was going to mention this.

Bakugou smirked. “No use lying, Shitty Hair. Your damn face was as red as your hair.” Kirishima shook his head, but heat was already rushing to his cheeks again, and he was running out of arguments.

“You’re the one who got in an argument with Ashido about being my partner! I don’t know, you seemed pretty jealous to me…” Kirishima teased, desperate at this point. Any other day, he would never call Bakugou Katsuki jealous unless he was looking for death. But the mistake was made.

Bakugou’s jaw dropped, and he looked like he was about to explode again, his palms popping threateningly. He turned his head away. “I was not fucking jealous,” Bakugou grunted, spitting out the last word like it was poison on his tongue. Kirishima chuckled, but shrugged, not replying. The conversation ended, and the two continued to dance. There was probably a burn mark the shape of Bakugou’s hand forming on Kirishima’s uniform, and Bakugou was gripping his waist tight. Tighter than before. For once, Kirishima felt as if he’d flustered Bakugou as much as Bakugou had flustered him.

“So...you planning on asking anyone to the dance? Any of the girls caught your eye?” Kirishima asked, changing the topic. A small part of him was...hopeful, almost. Bakugou scoffed.

“Fuck no. I’d rather fucking die.” Bakugou says, almost immediately, and Kirishima’s heart sinks.

“What if someone asked you? Like, Uraraka? What would you say?” Kirishima pushed, aware that this conversation was not exactly a good one to have while slow dancing.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “It depends on the person. Majority of these extras don’t fucking deserve me. I go alone. But if there was someone who I wanted to be next to me, I’d fuckin’ let them.” Kirishima’s heart fluttered slightly, brightening with hope. Kirishima hated himself because the moment Bakugou said that, he couldn’t help but wonder if Bakugou was talking about him. Maybe he could actually ask Bakugou? And maybe, Bakugou would say yes?

“Makes sense. So if there’s someone you want to go with, why not just ask them? C’mon Bakugou, be a man!” Kirishima pushed. He was Bakugou Katsuki. If he wanted something, Kirishima thought he’d be the guy to immediately go get it. Bakugou’s face flushed again.

“Fuck..’s not that fuckin’ easy. Fuck! ‘S not like I fuckin’ want to go with them, I just...wouldn’t reject them if they asked me. There’s a goddamn difference.” Bakugou rambled, and that confirmed it. There was definitely someone Bakugou Katsuki, wanted to take to the dance. Holy crap. Kirishima sucked in a slow breath, his heart racing faster than usual, and again, he didn’t reply. Bakugou looked away, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took.

“Kirishima. Why were you blushing before?” Bakugou asked, changing the topic. Kirishima’s breath hitched.

“Nervous. About dancing! I’m not a good dancer.” Kirishima replied, fumbling to search for the right words. What he said was technically the truth, but not entirely. Bakugou didn’t need to know that. Bakugou cocked an eyebrow, studying Kirishima intently, as if he was trying to read the full truth just from Kirishima’s face.

“Nervous about dancing? That’s it?” Bakugou pushed.

“I was nervous about dancing with you! Happy?” Kirishima huffed, turning away, but looking over at Bakugou just in time to see him let out a small smile.

“You seem to be doing fuckin’ fine, now.” Bakugou pointed out, squeezing Kirishima’s hand to prove his point. Bakugou was right. Kirishima’s words were stuttered now, he wasn’t blushing or stepping on Bakugou’s feet.

“Guess it got easier as I went along...haha….” Kirishima stammered, and Bakugou nodded.

“You planning on asking any of those fuckers?” Bakugou asked, and Kirishima was taken aback again. “That weird pink-skinned extra or something?”

Kirishima shook his head with a small laugh. “Mina’s my friend. I wouldn’t take her to the dance ‘cause I don’t like her that way. I mean, I love her to death but not in a romantic way, y’know? Plus, girls aren’t my thing.” Kirishima admitted.

“What about Sparky, or that weird guy from 1-B?” Kirishima was slightly confused as to why Bakugou wanted to know who he wanted to take, and almost laughed at the fact that he thought that Kirishima liked Tetsutetsu.

“Kami? Tetsu? They’re my friends, bro. And not interested.” Kirishima replied. “There is someone I’m planning on asking. That I want to go with. But there’s no way I could ask them, I’d be signing my death wish.”

Bakugou’s eyebrows raised, “Well, you better damn hurry up. The dance is in fuckin’ less than a week. Just man up and ask them already.” Kirishima’s cheeks reddened. He wondered what Bakugou’s face would look like if he realised that he was giving Kirishima advice about himself.

“Not that easy. Like you said before.” Kirishima shot back, and Bakugou clicked his tongue. And for the second time that day, Kirishima wondered if Bakugou was trying to tell Kirishima to ask him already before it was too late.

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz 15.08.17 lb

damn ragini looks realllllllly hotttttt today. if shivaay won’t wife her, i will. 😍😍😍

lmaooooo yiiiikes, the look he gave her when she said anika and vikram look made for each other. i haven’t seen that hostile a look from shivaay in ages! 😬😬😬

oh ragini, why do you want his stupid sada hua shakal in your selfies when you literally look like a goddess today? you look even better than the bride!!!!!!! 😯😯😯

ohhhhh boy. shivaay is MAAAAAAAAAAAD about the press conference stunt and the fact that she’s parading around calling herself his fiancee. 😬😬😬

god, he’s being hella rude to her. i hope at least now she’ll get over her silly crush and realise he sucks. leave him to anika, girl. you deserve so much better. why don’t you try maarofy on fine vikram here? he’s taller and hotter and seems to have no discernible anger management issues. 😌😌😌

ohhhhhhhhhh, he’s also mad coz she misbehaved with ANIKA in front of the press! damn billu. if you care so much about anika, then why don’t you just give up at this stupid game and go tell her that? 😒😒😒

“shukar karo ki main baat kar raha hoon.” 

yeah, as opposed to throwing his phone at you. or threatening to blow samar up. girlllll, you don’t even know the extent of his issues. run while you can. 😐😐😐

god she looks so sad and taken aback. *holds her and hisses at shivaay like a cat to keep him away from my girl, ALL MY GIRLS* 👿👿👿

lolololol his LORD GIVE ME PATIENCE look 😆😆😆: 

daaaaaaamn, ragini bhi koi kachchi khilaaadi nahi hai. i’m so fucking glad she’s letting him have it and calling him out. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

wow. guess he couldn’t have put it any plainer than that. 😗😗😗

meanwhile rudra is here on his ownnnn trip. bitch, keep calm and have faith in chulbul bhaabi! 😒😒😒

there’s more fabric in bhavya’s dupatta than in the lehenga skirt itself. kahin tailor se galti toh nahi hui, and now she’s resorting to carrying the lehenga piece around as dupatta as an ‘accent’? 🤔🤔🤔

lmao omkara just up and fucked off to germany for ‘a workshop’. sure. not at all for a few mental health days away from you crazies. 🙄🙄🙄

but gotta say, bhavya loooooks hot af too today. seriously all the girls look like 🔥🔥🔥 today. 

damn i want some rasna now. (bg mein se “I LOVE YOU RASNA!”) 

lolololol rudra’s eyes just LIGHTING THE FUCK UP at whatever that shady white powder is just amazing. 😊😊😊

abhi yeh pilaana kisko hai? vikram ko? 🤔🤔🤔

o bete ki! ANIKA KO!??! 😧😧😧

oh thank god, gauri’s a chatur chiraiyya who caught these idiots in time!!!!!!! 😰😰😰

raginiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. you so shady, girl. i fucking love it. 😆😆😆

LMAO VIKRAM GETTING STARTLED AT PINKY TOOT-PADOFYING ON HIM HAHAHAHAHA 🤣🤣🤣

oh man, i can actualllllly FEEEEEL vikram’s “main kahaan phas gaya yaaaar 😩😩😩” feelings take on a physical form and start to seep out my screen. 

ragini, what the fuck kinda pic are you gonna get from that angle? it’s just going to be a solid black square of vikram’s shoulder. back up a little, girl.😕😕😕

why isn’t billu here to see these shenanigans and grind his teeth!???? 🤔🤔🤔

OH, RIGHT ON SCHEDULE!!!!!!!! 

OMFG THE WAY HE ACCOSTED VIKRAM’S HAND HAHAHAHA. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

poor vikram, this whole fam is manhandling him like fuckkkkkk today. 😗😗😗

lmaoooo the looks pinky and ragini just exchanged. fucking amazinggggg. 🤣🤣🤣

meanwhile: 

“nagini? humara matlab, RAGINI (kya sunnna tumne?) ” 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

hahaha bulbul’s MANIC smile. god, this episode is killing me with everyone’s facial comedy. 😂😂😂

ragini, no!!!!!!!!!! so many empty calories! (and unknown drugs.) BUT ALL THAT SUGAR, GIRL! 😫😫😫

question: who are all these rando guests? like... anika has no one, and vikram ke liye toh this isn’t real, so it can’t be anyone from his side. neither of them are oberois, so it’s not THEIR fam. WHO ARE ALL THESE PPL? 😕😕😕

pfffffft, dulhan is eye fucking her ex hubs. 🙄🙄🙄

“kuch kehna hai anika?”

OMFG SHIVAAY. YOU’RE FUCKING ASKING FOR IT. 😡😡😡

waah, is saal ka filmfare toh bulbul ko hi jaana hai. for such superlative ~~~ACTING~~~ 🙃🙃🙃

OH NOW HE NOTICES THAT SHE’S BEEN WEARING IT. AFTER A WHOLE FUCKING MONTH. FUCKING IDIOT. AANKHEIN HAI YA BUTTON? 😒😒😒

oh shut up ruVya. khud toh kuch kiya nahi jaata, aur gauri ke plan ko anshann kahe jaa rahe ho. 😒😒😒

man, i didn’t know rudra had this gunda side to him. 😗😗😗

waah, is haath pe ddlj waala pentra. 🙄🙄🙄

was this gauri’s big dramatic plan??? girl needs to stop watching so much bollywood. 😣😣😣

lololol shivaay’s sardonic eyebrow raise at rudra’s slip up. 😆😆😆

god, i love bulbul. she’s just too fucking cute. 😍😍😍

god, most overrrrrdramatic saddd song EVER. 😑😑😑

BILLU YOU FUCKING FUCKKKKK I HATE YOU STOP KILLING ME WITH YOUR STUPID FACE. 😭😭😭😭😭😭

is he a fucking idiot??? he can see her standing there crying, and he still won’t do anything? that’s how much his zidd means to him. even more than her (and his own!!!!) absolute misery. 😤😤😤

“gauri bhaabi paagal ho gayi hai.” *snort* 😆😆😆

JFC THOSE TACKYASS SSO SHOES. SET THEM ON FUCKING FIRE, LORD. 🤢🤢🤢

bulbul is master of the angst. i fucking love it. 😈😈😈

dadi looks like she might keel over from the pain of all this. 😟😟😟

no point of looking at her all angstily and like you want to die, billu. you brought this upon yourself. 😗😗😗

arre waaaaaah, plan is a gauri - sahil alliance! 😚😚😚

oh no ragini knows! 😯😯😯

ouff naagini, FAINT already!!!!! 😶😶😶

my god, vikram, 5 minuteeeeeeeee ho gayeeeee, abhi tak ring ungli ko choo bhi nahi rahi. aur kitna slow motion mere bhai??? 😑😑😑

waah, sahil is familiar enough with the electrical circuitry of Oberoi Mansion to pull this shit off. 😧😧😧

ok, can’t deny, heart gave twinge at him holding her and whispering “main hoon na. kuch nahi hoga tumhe.”  😣😣😣💔💔💔

“aap nahi hai. aapne mujhe khud se door...” 

aaaaaaaand i’m crying. 😭😭😭😥😥😥😪😪😪😢😢😢

... is this a dream? it feels a little bit like a dream. 😕😕😕

oh. it’s not? okay. 😶😶😶

is that the ring shivaay was holding, or the one vikram was holding? 🤔🤔🤔 

ok i don’t like this weird theme music. it sounds too much like the x files theme song. which is fitting, coz half the shit happening in this show can only be explained by “aliens”, but not in romantic scenes like this, come on. 😒😒😒

i don’t like this weird... editing of this scene. it makes it feel weird and dream sequence like and NOT REAL. 😑😑😑

lmao vikram’s face at bulbul commending him for “andhere mein sagaai”. 🤣🤣🤣

ragini’s more cognizant even after being drugged, than i am sober. 😐😐😐 

nowwww what???? how will they get out of thisssss one???? 😯😯😯

OH HO ANIKA, WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT HIM??? WOH JO KAR SAKTA THA USNE KIYA, AB TU BHI TU KUCH KAR, MERI MAA !!!! 😫😫😫

“kaisi dheent womaniya hai, gir hi nahi rahi! gir jaa! GIR JAA!” 

lolololol gauriiiiiii. 😂😂😂

is no one else noticing this ex-husband/wife CONSTANTLY STARING AT EACH OTHER????????? LIKE???? 😬😬😬

oufffff issse zyaada slow motion mein bardaasht nahiiiiiiiii kar saktiiiiii. 😫😫😫😫

LMAO RUDRA’S CHUCKLE AT RAGINI FAINTING. 🤣🤣🤣

“achcha hua jo bhi hua.” omfg this petty idiot. i love him. 😂😂😂

vikram, sach sach bol. chakkar kya hai tera ragini ke saath!??? 😟😟😟

OK GAURI HAS TO BE ANIKA’S CHUTKI. PLEASE. SHE EVEN HAS THE “LOGIC” WAALA GESTURE. WHICH ANIKA HAS NEVER EVEN DONE IN FRONT OF HER!!!!! 😫😫😫

also my god, i think i might be in love with shrenu fucking parikh. 💖💖💖

omg i love these two fucking idiots. such hardcore shippers they are. the IF/twitter shivika fandom has nothing on these two. 😊😊😊

billu’s in his room fiddling with his ring again. 😚😚😚

oh looks like anika ka rona dhona quota for day is over. now commences aaj ka badass quota. 😏😏😏

ugh this fucker and his hand sex. fuckkkkkk him. 😯😯😯😳😳😳

andhera ka fayda. god, that too in such a lame PG 7 way. you’re the lamesttttt, billu. at least should have gotten in a kiss or two. 😒😒😒

“sach bata do, and i’ll put an end to all of this.”

one more time i hear this dialogue, i swear, i’m taking a flight to bombay and beating his skinny 4 foot tall ass myself. 😠😠😠

GOD YOU TWO ARE THE FUCKING WORST. THE. ABSOLUTE. WORST. STALE BREAD? BETTER THAN YOU. SOGGY FRENCH FRIES? BETTER THAN YOU. PEOPLE WHO USE TOO MANY HASHTAGS IN THEIR IG CAPTIONS, LIKE #BLESSED #LOVE #BAE #INSTAGOOD #INSTACUTE #INSTADAILY #INSTAPUPPY #THUGLYFE #PHOTOOFTHEDAY #SMILEOFTHEDAY #FOODIE ETC. ARE BETTER THAN YOU. THAT GROSS MALAI THAT FORMS ON TEA/COFFEE YOU LEAVE ALONE FOR LIKE, 5 NANOSECONDS???? BETTER THAN THE TWO OF YOU. 😑😑😑

aaaaand he’s back to sad face fiddling with the ring. and this time she joins him (but in different location.) the couple that cries over their rings like a buncha STUPID fucking assholes together, stays together or whatever, i guess. idek anymore man. just show me what’s up with jhanvi and her creepy ugly boy-man stalker. 😒😒😒

i like how they just keep the shitty tejVi plot for the last 5 minutes, instead of editing it in between the other stuff. this way, the ppl who don’t care can just fucking get done with this in one go. 😊😊😊

“tum yahaan kyun aaye ho?” jhanvi asks man-boy, IN HIS OWN DAMN HOUSE, LOL. 😆😆😆

“tumhaare inkaar mein iqraar se bhi zyaada mazaa hai.” oh right okay, he’s one of THOSE. *sharpens my knife to stab him in his fucking ugly face* 😌😌😌🔪🔪🔪🔪

ok she couldn’t have made it plainer than that. but nope. creepers gotta creep creep creep creep creep. 😊😊😊

oh wait, we’re not done with the oberoi mansion for the day yet! 😯😯😯

god, this bhavya’s boss is just asking to get kicked. he’s so annoying. 😑😑😑

ABHI???? WHO’S GONNA HELP OUT WITH THIS WEDDING AND MIX ILLICIT DRUGS IN THE JUICE THEN? 😣😣😣😥😥😥

ugh no tej don’t leave her aloneeeeeeeeeeeeee. 😫😫😫 

words i NEVER thought i’d say, tbh. 😐😐😐

GOD HE’S SUCHHHHHH A FUCKING CREEP. FUCKING KILL HIM, JHANVI. 😤😤😤

this place is soooo fucking middle class, for the oberois to stay in? like... come on. 🤔🤔🤔

GOD DON’T BE FUCKING STUPID JHANVI. LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR AND STAY INSIDE. 😩😩😩

WHO THE FUCK HAS A CRUSH ON SOMEONE FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS? GET A GODDAMN LIFE, FOOL. 😟😟😟

GOD I HATE MENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN 😡😡😡

great more misunderstandings tomorrow thanks to the unholy (&hot!!!!) coupling of vikram + ragini 😒😒😒

aaaaaaaaaaand anika used “faraq nahi padta???” move

so absolutely nothing new happening. for the 12th episode in a row. 🙄🙄🙄

[tellywoodtrash]

ishqbaaz lbs: 4th + 5th may

suchhhh bad acting by the qaidis. lord, why can’t this show get better extras? 😐😐😐

pft. shivaay singh oberoi just DANCED around drunk on magic berries with a bigger gun than that. try harder, qaidis. 🙄🙄🙄

lmao, shuru ho gayi apni madam. 😋😋😋

HAHAHAHA AMAR PREM 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

“naam sunte hai pata chala tha tum filmy aur awaara kism ke ladke ho, but no! tum toh nikkame aur nithalle bhi ho.” 😂😂😂

lol shivaay’s reaction to her ENERGY. 😂😂😂

OMG JUST WHEN I THINK I CAN’T LOVE ANIKA MORE, SHE QUOTES ANDAZ APNA APNA. FUCK ME SIDEWAYS, I WOULD DIE FOR THIS GIRL. I WOULD. MOVE OVER SHIVAAY. NO ONE CAN LOVE HER MORE THAN ME. 😭😭😭

this is exaaaaaaaaactly how i react when ppl tell me they haven’t seen andaz apna apna. 😧😧😧

jesus i feel like gul & co. are stalking me. *looks around suspiciously*

these qaidis need to get a grip with the bad acting. 😕😕😕

shivaay is so undeserving of my queen. can she leave his unappreciative ass and marry me? ours shall be a happy, andaz apna apna quote filled union. 👭🏽👭🏽👭🏽

why are the qaidis holding hands? are they lovers, ‘i love you philip morris’ style? 🤔🤔🤔

also i swear i’ve seen the moochi waala qaidi somewhere before. 😐😐😐

lmaooooooooo shivaay’s faceeee when she keeps talking. 😂😂😂

lol, the moochi waala qaidi is thissss close to losing it. i guess you need to be exposed to anika for a really long time to build up resistence the way shivaay has. 😋😋😋

whattttt kinda stupidass police doesn’t know what the faraar qaidi look like? 😒😒😒

i really think the qaidi are lovers. look how affectionately that one is sehlaofying the other one’s knee. 😙😙😙

who died and made anika the leading expert on tyres? 🙄🙄🙄

lol, sach mein aaj bohut bakbak kar rahi hai. i think she MIGHT still be high on berry juice. 😂😂😂

lo. aur police. 😐😐😐

finally. someone knows what INDIA’S LEADING BUSINESSMAN looks like. 😒😒😒

BIWI BIWI BIWI BIWI. man is unstoppable. i think he’s just glad someone’s married to his annoying ass.  😂😂😂

aaaaaaaaand moochi waala qaidi’s lost his temper finally. 😝😝😝

OUFF, SHIVAAY. YOU’RE THE BIGGEST IDIOT. I THINK THIS IS PROOF HE’S A BONAFIDE OBEROI, COZ SUCH DUMBASSERY IS 100% OBEROI GENES. 😑😑😑 

lol anika talking about her hair routine featuring mehendi reminds me of the scene where she offers omkaara shikakai and reetha waala shampoo as thanks for clearing her name of the chip waala accusation. 😂😂😂

why the fuck hasn’t shivaay noticed that the policeman is out cold???? 😒😒😒

CODEWORD BHI NAHI SMAJHTA, BEWAKOOF!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😤😤😤

“lagta hai bhabiji ko antakshari khelni hai.” lmao 😂😂😂

haha shivaay’s fake laugh. 😂😂😂

oh god, please don’t make HIM sing. 🙉🙉🙉

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG SHIVAAY’S GETTING MAD THAT ANIKA’S SINGING DURING HIS TURN. 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

shivaay singh oberoi, antakshari enthusiast. who knew. 😇😇😇

… i’m so surprised shivaay even knows how to play antakshari. it’s such a LS game as far as he’s concerned. 🤔🤔🤔

LMAO LOOK AT HIM ENJOYING ‘GOLI MAAR BHEJEEEE MEIN’ AS IF IT’S SOME CLASSICAL RAAG 😂😂😂😂

oh godddddddddddddd now he’s even singing along to oye oye. this fucking idiot. 😂😂😂

FUCKINGGGGGG FINALLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY! 

LOL WHY IS HE STILLL SINGINGGGG ALONNNNNGGG???? 😂😂😂

could youuuuu people run a little FURTHER, and not just stop at the first thing you found???????? idiots. 😒😒

“tum theek ho?” awwww 😭😭😭😭

lmaooo “haan par US WAQT ka code word tha na!” pffffffft. typical husband wala excuse. 🙄🙄🙄

“TOH ACHCHI QUALITY KA BRAIN KHAREEDNA CHAHIYE THA NA!!!!!” HAHAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂😂😂

he doesn’t know what oootpataang means??? it’s a normal word though?? 😐😐😐

I TOLD YOU FUCKERS TO RUN FURTHERRRRRRRRRRR 😩😩😩

qaidis are taking full opportunity to fucking ACT the fuck out of the 3 minutes given to them. 😒😒😒

shivaay, you know she’s not gonna leave your stupid ass, as much as you deserve it. it’s her one fatal flaw. 😑😑😑

pffffffft, so only you can talk crap about how much she talks eh? 🙄🙄🙄

lmaooooooo anika and her thermocol ka stone. 😂😂😂

qaidi 2 ki actingggggggg. amazing. 

headcanon: patidev was finding anika all types of sexy and advancing to kiss the crap outta her when that stupid qaidi interrupted. 😠😠😠

is this the time to pick a fight, shivaay? kissss her! 😚😚😚

i feel like my liveblogs these days should just be a bullet point after bullet point screaming “kiss her!!!!!!!!!!!” and nothing more. 😐😐😐

please, is that why you stood in front of a gun, ready to take a bullet with her name on it FOR THE SECOND FUCKING TIME???? 🙄🙄🙄

this is an equal opportunity bullet-taking relationship, asshole. you better accept that and get used to it, mister. 😑😑😑

LMAOOOOOOOOOOO THEM SCREAMING SHUT UP AT THE QAIDI. AND HIM ACTUALLY PUTTING HIS FINGER ON HIS LIPS. 😂😂😂😂

she’s right. it is yourrrrr fault, shivaay. your nosy NKK enquiring ass is to fault! 😒😒😒

“haddi-tod bhi” LMAOOOOOOOOOOOO 😂😂😂

I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS KANJI EYED MOTHERFUCKER GETS HIMSELF SHOT AGAIN, IMMA RESURRECT HIS DEAD ASS AND KILL HIM ALL OVER AGAIN MYSELF. AND IT’LL BE PAINFUL AND FUCKING SLOW. FUCKING HELL. 😡😡😡

5th may

lmaoooooo wait, they’re really named AMAR PREM? hahahahahaha 😂😂😂

shivaay’s sideeye at the qaidis while watching them argue. 😂😂😂

“mere koooo kyunnn maaara????” - said in the same voice and tone as “tere ko kisneee maaara????????” from gunda 😂😂😂

anika’s turn to stand in front now. #feminism 💁🏽💁🏽💁🏽

oh mooch wale qaidi. that was a mistake. you made SSO angry. you won’t like him when he’s angry. 😬😬😬

“BIIIIIIIIIIWIIIIII HAI MERIIIIIIIIIII! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY GIRLS RAN OUT ON MY ASS ON MY WEDDING DAY???? YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS TO GET HER TO MARRY ME? AND TO KEEP HER MARRIED TO ME ON A DAILY BASIS? IT’S FUCKING HARD. DON’T YOU FUCKING BE SHOOTING AT THE ONLY WOMAN ON GOD’S GREEN EARTH WHO CAN TOLERATE ME!!!!!!!!”

lol nakuul having to stand on his tippy toes to match the qaidi’s height. 😂😂😂

why’s he pointing the gun towards himself tho? such a fucking idiot. 😒😒😒

pfffffffffft, i already know the qaidi’s the one who’s getting shot. awaaiiiii ka drama. 🙄🙄🙄

looks like policeman finallly fucking woke up from his mini coma. 😐😐😐

also, god, so overdramatic, mooch waale qaidi. bas haath pe hi toh laga hai. that’s like a rudra level graaaaaaze. ask these two how a gunshot to the fucking chest feels. 😒😒😒

yaaaaaaaaaaas, you hug the crap outta your husband girl. 😊😊😊

and since he’s not taking the initiative, maybe YOU kiss him. it’s 2017, girls can do that now. 🙆🏽🙆🏽🙆🏽

coz she loves your dumb ass, you dumbass. 😒😒😒

ouff. you two. less fighting. more makeout-ing. 🙄🙄🙄

oh ho, ghoom phir ke back to NKK. 😑😑😑

btw, is this all happening in front of the chor-police? like… you two should maybe take this behind that wall. 😕😕😕

aw. he’s trying. 😭😭😭

i know he is, but… come on man, you’re a grownass adult. you gotta learn how to control your impulses. you can’t just do whatever the fuck you “want”. i WANT to quit my job and just stay in bed, braless all day. i WANT to never eat another healthy meal again and just subsist on potato chips and popcorn for the rest of my life. can i do that? NO. COZ THAT’S WHAT BEING A GODDAMN ADULT IS ABOUT. YOU CONTROL YOUR IMPULSES AND DO THE RIGHT THING. 😒😒😒

aaaah, finally she said it. 😭😭😭

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

also, crying. my boy’s grown up. he’s SO grown up. waaaaaah. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

amazing what some rottenass alcoholic berries and having a gun pointed in your face can do! they’ve given this man the self awareness he’s been lacking for 33 fucking years. 😐😐😐

ok, did he stay up all night reading some relationship therapy book or what? he’s talking classic counselling language. 🤔🤔🤔

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh, they love each other sooooo muchhhhhhhhhh. and iiiiiiiii love them soooooooo muchhhhhhhhhhh. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

COULD YOU FUCKERS AT LEAST FUCKING KISS NOW?!!? 😩😩😩

GODDAMNIT POLICE OFFICER!!!!!!!!!!!! THEY WERE GONNA KISS! THEY ALREADY HAVE A BROTHER WHO DOES GHATIYA INOPPORTUNATELY TIMED SHAYARI BACK HOME. NO ONE WANTS TO LISTEN TO YOUR STUPIDASS FUCKING SHER. 😡😡😡

also, where did the second policeman come from?? 

GO HOME AND SEXXXXXXXX NOW!!!!!!!!!!! 👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽👉🏽👌🏽

walk, you spoilt braaaatttt! 🙄🙄🙄

CHAMPA!!!!!!!!! 😇😇😇

lmaooooo anika’s wonderstruck look at her ownnnn hands. such fucking cute. i love her so much. 💖💖💖💖💖💖

lmaoooooo “zindagi bharrrr yeh sunna hoga” suchhhhh a typical husband. 😂😂😂

lol tumhare paas jet THAAA. it crashed, remember? 😋😋😋

LMAO SHE’S SOOOOO ME. SUCHHHH A PATRONIZING SMUGASS BITCHHHHHH. 😂😂😂

awwww look how nervous he is. 😊😊😊

HELLO CHAMPU! 😂😂😂 

she just SHOVED him offffff lmaooooo 😂😂😂😂

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HE’S COVERING HIS FACE!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

“dono” haha awwwwwwwwww 😙😙😙

“is baare mein kisi ko bataana mat.” 

omgggggggg this adorable fuckerrrrr. 💘💘💘💘

“pair theek se aa rahe hai?“ 

kyun nahi aayenge? utniiiii height toh hai nahi iski. 😋😋😋

lollllllllllllllllllll he doesn’t know what to do with his handsssssssss. 😂😂😂

why the random flashbacks to the #shitia party? 🤔🤔🤔

ouffffff, back to this hellhole. can’t my babies just stayyyyy in the foresttttttttt? 😫😫😫

lmaoooooooo look at him saunter in coooooolllly in the bg. 😆😆😆

UGH. CALM DOWN MUMMEH. HE’S BACK NOW. 🙄🙄🙄

and fuck your passive aggressiveness. 😑😑😑

shivaay’s silent but slightly annoyed “I’M A GROWNASS ADULT” face is my permanant face at my mom. 😐😐😐

mummeh doesn’t appreciate being dismissed like that. 😬😬😬

nor does she appreciate him being a GOOD FUCKING HUSBAND. THERE IS NOTHING I FUCKING HATE MORE THAN THIS DESI CONCEPT OF “JORU KA GHULAM”. IT’S CALLED BEING A CONSIDERATE, LOVING HUSBAND. MAJAAAAAL HAI KI THE PATRIARCHY LET A MAN BE DEMONSTRABLY AFFECTIONATE AND CARING TOWARDS HIS GODDAMN WIFE. 👿👿👿👿

i’ve said it once, i’ll say it again: fuck you very much pinky. please die, thanks. 👹👹👹☠☠☠

god what nonsense. looks like gauri’s bullshit #pativrataness is spreading via air to anika. ugh. LET HIM TOUCH YOUR GODDAMN FEET IF THAT’S WHAT HE WANTS. 😒😒

goddddddd pinkyyyyyyyyyy, LEAVE THEM ALONE!!!!!!!! BHOOT KE TARAH MANDARAAA RAHI HAI HAMESHA. 😑😑😑

and he said he doesn’t wanna do the damn pooja. DROP IT, MUMMEH! 😠😠😠

yeah, whatever. good luck trying. now leave. 🙄🙄🙄

“khud ko change karne ki koshish kar raha hoon. mere liye tumhara naam khoon khaandaan TUMSE IMPORTANT NAHI HAI.“ 

excuse me. it’s raining on my face. 😭😭😭

… ”HUMAAAAAAARE LIYE”. SAY IT! SAY IT! 🙃🙃🙃

HAAAAAAAA, HE SAID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

“ek dusre ke liye goli khaa sakte hai… toh mom ki gaali khaa hi sakte hai.“ 

lol idk about you shivaay, but i’d rather khaaofy goli rather than mom ki gaali, coz desi moms and their daant is waaaay more emotionally traumatic. 😫😫😫

also, waaaaaaaaaaaaah, i loveeeee himmmmmmmmmm. 😭😭😭

OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT MAHI VE CONFIRMED TO BE SHIVAAY KA BHAI 😱😱😱

today’s lb will be put up like… waaaaaay later. :)